My stepsister was raised to expect everything handed to her on a platter. Sheās the first-born idol of her side of the family. Sheās not an only child but she fills every cliche of the spoilt brat only kid. I feel sorry for her brother and sister. They get treated so differently, although theyāre okay people for it they do miss out on a lot from their parents.
Stepsister is also a bigoted, racist cow. The filth that spills from her mouth and her attitudes about anybody who isnāt attractive, cool, or normal is sickening. Iāve lived with it for years and Iām pretty bitter about it, though I keep the peace for my momās sake. Worst thatās happened between us is a screaming match where I ended up bawling and wilting because she hates the idea of gays being visibly gay, gays being allowed around kids, gay marriage, and she wonders out loud why we canāt just shut the fuck up and hide like good little freaks. Me, Iām lesbian and out.
Iām not terribly confident at the best of times, though Iāll stand my ground when it comes to that kind of bigotry, but her confidence is absolute. she feels sheās right all the time and entirely dismisses anything that stands in the way of her bigotry and goes into attack if she feels threatened, and everything threatens her. Fuck I hate her.
Occasionally I check her facebook page (weāre not friended, but itās well worth seeing what sheās up to in order to prepare for her dramas before they hit the family). Before her wedding she had a meltdown on facebook at the cost of the photographer she wanted. I know the guy she wanted to use, and heās damned good and charges worthwhile prices for good work.
The kicker here is thatās my profession too. Most of my income comes through my photography. Commercial and product though, not weddings thankfully.
And in a little post on the wall of a friend of hers, hidden from general view, she said she planned to get around even paying for a wedding photographer by inviting me. She knows I always have a camera on me and one or another of them comes with me everywhere. The presumptive cow decided sheād get free wedding photos out of me.
Day of the wedding I brought my worst camera body with a broken flash, and a useless 17-85mm lens (a rubbish lens to start with) that I borrowed (ironically from the photographer she wouldnāt pay for) and had suffered from a water spill. It took photos with bad halos around EVERYTHING, and I took photos constantly in small jpg mode.
She asked for the photos from me after the wedding and I gave her the cards with them all on, straight from the camera.
It made her cry. She went fucking MENTAL at me to her and my family, but not a soul except her and her husband lay any blame on me for taking shit photos because hey, I was never hired for the job and never told to my face Iād be needed as a photographer, let alone paid for anything. If she had a clue beyond the superficial sheād realize that her wedding, the actual event, and the marriage that followed was the most special part of it all - but no. She considers the ability to show off her wedding to be the most important thing, and I removed some of that ability from her.
I took a small professional hit Iām sure, but I can live with that if it keeps her away from me.
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